What is it about roses Sometimes I think they’re the snob of flowers They’re a…
Tag: writing
This one is about jumping off cliffs, I refuse to use the word crush
I’m a clicheOf course I am We made eye contact the other day With this…
Under the bed
Do you have memories from underneath the bed? It is a hiding place You know…
People were here
I love to sit in the ugly place The benches look like they’re rotting But…
Abyss
Maybe that’s what happened to my dreams I don’t know Maybe they died Maybe they’re…
The embers were hearts, heart petals
You were an arsonists The flames you nursed white hot Maybe that’s why I didn’t…
Just Rain
You know how in books when it rains you know it’s significant Like the writer…
Sometimes life’s about a tall jug of juice
Well mostly it isn’t But it’s something else to obsess about Something that’s not dark…
Matte lipstick in real castles
Ashtrays and dukka cigarettes That’s what I think about, of things don’t belong in castles…
The one you called love
Sometimes you walk by the glass windows on the street You avert your eyes Because…